Ulf listens closely. “Then we fight. We fight with Wessex and plan an ambush if we can.”
“I think King Egbert will suspect this after Carhampton. We need to think of something else. With my brother now king, we have no allies. Unless we can get East Anglia on board,” I say. “They were willing to negotiate with King Beornwulf because of our marriage and Northumbria’s support. But we do not have that advantage any longer.”
“We will figure it out,” Ulf assures me, gently thumbing my lower lip—I didn’t even realize I was biting it. “We have to wait until King Egbert reveals his motives.”
But that isn’t good enough.
“I cannot wait.”
Before Ulf can stop me, I stand and charge past the guards, storming toward the main house. I am done playing these games.
“Oh, sweetling!” I call out, lookin
